Luyện nghe bài hát Legionnaire's Lament

I'm a
in disrepair
Hoping for a
To come by

I am on
Lacking my de vive
Missing my gay
In desert dry

And I wrote my
Told her I not return
Terribly a turn
For the worse, now I

It's been a year or
Since they shipped me to this shore
in a foreign war
So far from my home

If only summer rain fall
On the houses and the
And the side bagatelles
It's a dream

the roar of cars
And the lulling of the cafe
The sleeping sweeping of the Seine
Lord, I don't if I'll ever be back again

in the sun
Pinched doses of
Longing for the old
Of my

Curses to mirage
A bottle of ancient
A smattering of distant
Is in my poor ears

On the old bank
My baby in a
Riding up the width and
Of the Elysees

If only rain would fall
On the houses and the
And the walk bagatelles
It's a dream

the roar of cars
And the lulling of the cafe
The sweetly sweeping of the Seine
Lord, I don't know if ever be back again

If only summer would fall
On the and the boulevard
And the walk bagatelles '
like a dream

With the roar of
And the lulling of the cafe
The sweetly sleeping of the Seine
Lord, I don't if I'll ever be back again

Be again
Be back
I'll be back